I am from the Hollywood sign,
from famous people and hills.
I am from the street noise outside my window
(loud honks and sirens from ambulances).
I am from the fresh smelling Jasmine bush
the lemon tree
whose branches have fallen
I'm from street corn and red spaghetti
from the eyesight my teacher lost,
the finger my mom clutched to keep her grip
I am from these moments
grew before I grew
branches gotten taller from the family tree.
I am from the Hollywood sign,
from famous people and hills.
I am from the street noise outside my window
(loud honks and sirens from ambulances).
I am from the fresh smelling Jasmine bush
the lemon tree
whose branches have fallen
I'm from street corn and red spaghetti
from the eyesight my teacher lost,
the finger my mom clutched to keep her grip
I am from these moments
grew before I grew
branches gotten taller from the family tree.